- Opening the fridge and seeing his packets of chocolate biscuits. He so loved his chocolate biscuits. His one major food weakness.
- Collecting the mail and picking up letters addressed to him.
- Opening the cupboards and seeing his clothing.
- The thought of taking down our beautiful Christmas Tree that we both decorated only 4 weeks ago. How excited he was then looking forward to our family gathering.
- Watching programs he recorded and knowing he was here then.
- Seeing his glasses case sitting on the kitchen bench, just where he left them 3-weeks ago tomorrow.
In time, it will become less painful, but for now I’m surrounded by memories, just as if he is still here. But he isn’t.
Writing about it helps, but it won’t fix it. Nothing will.